Let me count you the ways I love myself: When I was 6, I lost my five month old sister, Jael. Jael Apondi. She died while feeding, food went through her wind pipe. I helplessly watched her life fade away as she choked in the struggle. The lady tried everything to get the food out. […]
Daddy and me, first years Unspoken traumas. When I was 5, daddy would put me up on our living room table whenever he was home, switch his Sanyo radio on and ask me to dance for him to soukouss and rhumba hits. We took evening walks around the neighborhood, visiting his friends’ houses while holding […]
Cutting my father off has been one of the most excruciating decisions I’ve had to make. I used to wait and wait for better nights when he’d come home with a smile on his face and sit us down and tell stories from his heart and embrace us and teach us things fathers teach their […]
